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[Remake] Terra Rel0aded [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

The game is continuing through an off-beaten migratory formation, which shall take us all to YGGDRASIL, the Land Between Worlds -- should you be so bold as to take flight with us.

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Ｅ ｉ ｍ ｉ Ｎ ｏ ｘ

Eimi's wrist made a small twitch; bent fingers aligned with the movement; and the stump of gray ash on the end of her cigarette shed into the chipped and worn tray next to her Spar-Letta soda. Both arms rested on the aged countertop. The sleeves of her blazer were pulled, baring thin, faintly colored forearms, and her eyes focused (surprisingly) not on her newly obtained Holo-Link S3 but instead on the cracks and dents of the bar’s countertop. Eimi was mixed on the current situation. She found it both, kind of funny and kind of sad. However, she was having a more than slightly hard time trying to understand what the situation even was.

On the outside of her contemplation, the atmosphere — taking place in The Shaggy Yak Pool Hall was just, yet again, another worn out place, and by the quick puerile glances she had given her crew-mates just moments earlier, they were all just, yet again, another bunch of worn out faces. She was having a hard time actualizing the problem even if her expressionless face seemed just as catty and pensive as usual. It was easier to hide in her head when no one knew the difference from one expression to the next. Although, her lack of interest in her gadget was a little peculiar -- if anyone drowning in his own sorrow cared enough to notice.

Her eyes shifted over to Poole. His large mass moved from his place and took heavy steps down the Hall. The scraping of stool feet against a hard floor was audible from his strength and size. He better pick something good, she joked to herself, eyes quietly narrowing at his back. She really couldn't have cared less what he picked. She was a ‘musicunt’ as her super intellectual and well-versed generation would say. Although, Mars never settled well with her, and the music might as well be just as nauseating. She had her reasons, ironic as it was. Who even fucking cared? The worst thing that could come of this was she would have to sit and listen to it.

Turning her attention away from Poole, she scanned the dark, depressed screen of her Holo-Link. Her free-hand moved and plucked it from the counter top as her thumb tipped the touch screen. The Holo-Link lightened, and the holographic projection smoothed into her view. She had been playing one of those Martian Children Strategy Games (MCSGs); and her opponent was seemingly good; but he had not made a move in a while even though, he was running low on time and had that adolescent energy for stupid boyish taunts. She was starting to think she might win by forfeit. Loser.

She thumbed a few scrolls through the device, and pricked several commands and rays before resting the Holo-Link on the counter-top, again. The slim cigarette was brought meekly to her lips and warm breaths fogged her mouth. Her knuckle turned, and her elbow bent, relaxing her head on the back of her hand. The smoke slowly curled in the thick air of the Hall, but despite such a hollow, condensed atmosphere, her mind was running in circles. She was going nowhere, though, and in this precise point in time, she kind of envied Hosoi.

And with a look that went right through everything she closed her eyes, to hear Poole’s selection and the tail end of some senseless cop story by Lynnette. She felt like she had nothing in common with these people, and yet, they were so familiar at the same time. It was a bit frustrating, but really, should she have expected anything else in such a mad world? Her brows furrowed a bit. That loser better not forfeit.

You are able to see into the future. How does the avatar above you die?

Strategically.

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Eimi Nox: Eiko Niebo Version 2.0 - The Angsty Hacker Edition

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"Death often is the point of life’s joke."

Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark

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Name

Eimi Nox

Age

19

Appearance

Eimi is a lean, pale-skinned girl with a grim and almost too-stiff demeanor layered by an almost all-too-cliché sarcastically stoic attitude, which she embraces like a champion of teenage angst and dark humor. Her dress might be conservative if only it were not so eccentric and masculine. It is rare to see her in anything baring too much skin (have you seen her nightgown?), but if she’s taking her off her blazer, be warned — her concentrated temper is about to explode (out of the barrel of a gun, mind you).

Although, Eimi stands a little above average height, her demeanor is rather quiet. It’s safe to say, her shadow makes more of a presence than she does, unless her snark makes an unannounced visit, in which case, a good quick witted neg of conversation might be in order. Her dark, black hair is kept blunt and short, cut with bangs that do wonders at accentuating her smoky, cynical green eyes. An unlit cigarette butt usually sticks out of her thin lips. Sometimes, she’ll even light and smoke it. However, the rolled tobacco and paper pressed simply in-between her lips is enough to keep her round, austere face from looking too vulnerable (if her pessimistic attitude doesn’t do it for her). She honestly really would like to avoid catching too many people off guard with her pinch-able cheeks and button nose. It gets a bit lagging and annoying after a while.

Oh, and the ‘earbuds’ are obviously decent for more than communication and technological stability (they’re rigged to a pretty interesting device). They are also fully capable of playing some good tunes to drown-out the deadbeat questions of life

Traits

Being a noticeably, outwardly-looking perfunctory type of character, Eimi actually has no problem going-with-the-flow, even if she’ll openly grumble about it half the time. She has to show her teenage rebellion somehow or another — it’s part of being normal. Plus, what’s a lady without a backbone? A whore — that’s what; and Eimi isn’t about to stoop that low. Besides, what would Wes say?

One of her pastimes is simply listening to music (what are the teen years for, if not engaging in popular culture of some sort?). Unlike her rigid appearance, though, Eimi has no real set genre of music to which she listens and thoroughly enjoys space travel for the experience of listening to the various and different music-types around the Solar System. It also saddens her a bit whenever a song gets stuck in her head, and she has no real means of listening to it after The Absolute Magnitude gets directed to the next mission. So, hearing Eimi make a half-assed hum when not wearing her headphones isn’t too uncommon (maybe recording it should start becoming a game plan of hers).

Eimi also spends time ghosting through computers. Sitting in a dark room and tapping away at glowing computer screens with her ‘earbuds’ generating whatever music it can find is probably what has come of her pale skin complexion. She’s pretty passionate about it, though. In fact, just like hearing her half-assed hums, it’s not too uncommon to hear her groaning and mumbling about some shodd-job she managed to mess-up online.

History

Don’t be fooled by Eimi’s Japanese first name, she’s not from Mars (she has hazel eyes!). Although, she does hold quite a bit of Martian blood in her. Someone down the line pulled himself up by his bootstraps and made a voyage from Mars to lead a better life, away from all the convolution and crime of the shadow planet. It must not have been too far down the line because Eimi’s first bounty was hunting down her older brother, Jun, a Gold fugitive, initiated with the men of the yakuza.

Okay, so, whatever, she didn’t really, really hunt him down. She had that sisterly insight on things, which was, of course, Jun’s mistake. Eimi wanted and needed the money, and well, the rest is history.

Her father, Ken Nox, also worked as a Tech Dealer. This worked in favor of Eimi’s knowledge of computers and other such electronics, but it also helped introduce her brother to the darker side of some innocent seemingly customers. Without either, though, Eimi knows she wouldn’t be where she is today, and she’s still deciding if that’s good or bad or just some absurd fate she’ll never truly understand that might as well be drowned out by the sound of music.

Hidden History

Ken Nox was no Captain of Industry, having been born and raised on one of the ultra-wealthy moons of Jupiter, but he knew technology — just like his father, his grandfather, and presumably his great-grandfather. So, yeah, it could pretty much be hypothesized that The Nox Family were some sort of black-tech dealers back on Mars. However, Ken’s grandfather liked to look at things a bit differently, and by differently, he just never spoke of how or why the Noxes were into the hacking and dealing. It just was.

Of course, It just was wasn’t good enough for Jun, and therefore, it wasn’t good enough for Eimi, either. It probably would have been okay for Eimi because she wasn’t always the deepest thinker as a child, but she looked up to her Goddamn brother. He was her hero. Everything she could do, he could do better, and everything he could do, she wanted to be able to do. Like, when he started smoking cigarettes, Eimi was right behind him. In fact, speaking of cigarettes, it was this little dirty habit that lead Eimi into pirating (she’s quiet; it was easy). Not only were cigarettes just kind of an expensive habit for an underaged girl like herself, but hey, it also gave her some cool points with the older guy.

Anyways, Jun wasn’t really a hero or a good guy, but Eimi just was really not the deepest thinker like that. Her brother was a knight to her, not that she’d ever use that kind of terminology in a serious manner, but pedantics-shemantics. However you wanna word it, Jun was pretty aware of his little sister’s eager feelings towards him, and he was ready and willing to use her eagerness. There was even this unspoken rule Jun’s ‘buddies’ immediately picked up on: sure, his dumb broad of a sister was no angel, but she was better off not knowing the truth about Jun.

Jun had charisma like that. He pulled people with his charm. So, it wasn't really a big surprise that when he went looking for trouble, trying to figure out the secret history of his surname, he found the trouble he was looking for, and the assumption was spot on: Black-Tech Dealers. Dirty, filthy, rich tech dealers -- the complete opposite of the modest family business working humble hours to make ends meet. That's all they’d ever be on Jupiter, poor, grimy weapon dealers.

Not on Mars.

So what if he had to wash his hands of someone else’s blood every now and again? The amount of power he could accumulate in a small amount of time -- milking his last name’s legacy. Nox was a blast from the past, some niche legend that the older generation occasionally recalled from some memorable story. This was his calling: bringing life back to his family’s name, and he wasn't going to leave Eimi behind… yet.

Eimi never saw her family as poor (her current fashion could probably tell anyone that). They lived on Jupiter for all such sake, but her brother knew how to work her. She was, after all, a naive, physically underdeveloped fifteen year old girl at the time. She didn't have Jun’s exact charisma, but she could smile cute and fake a pretty twinkle in an unsuspecting manner. She also knew how to whip a gun like she’d been doing it her whole life (her brother called it, ‘Faking confidence’). He started her out with small jobs, kind of like the stealing of cigarettes and pocket change but a bit bigger and with more responsibility and backlash if failed. It didn't take long for Eimi to start hacking on the adrenaline and thrill of the rewards, and in return, Jun let her know what was up.

He never gave her the full story, though. Hell, he didn't even give his best friend the full story. He was so hush-hush it made some people wonder how he got so much business and trust. Eimi knew it was his silence that gave him the authority, and she respected him for it. So did his best friend, Wesley Jderoiu. Others might have respected him for being tall, angry, murderous -- but not Eimi, nor Wes. They both respected and loved Jun; and maybe it was Eimi and Wes’ understanding of Jun that made their relationship; or maybe it was something else. Either way, the big guy never fully approved.

There could have been a conglomerate of reasons as to why Jun despised their interests in each other: age, business, drugs, insight; the list could go on. However, Eimi has the hardest time understanding why Jun threw Wes to the wolves. It was not as if he just discarded Wes for any good reason. Anyone could have taken Wes’ place. It was a fucking suicide mission, and Wes had no bloody clue. Jun played him like a pawn. And, Eimi? Heh, yeah, Eimi couldn’t believe it had taken her so damn long to figure out who her brother was.

Power. Greed. Hunger.

Slowly, Eimi let herself drift out of Jun’s group. It was as if, after Wes’ death, Jun was different. He wasn’t remorseful or even the least bit empathetic (nor sympathetic) towards Eimi. If anything, he gave her the cold shoulder. It was as if he was trying to teach her a lesson for something she didn’t know she had done wrong, and eventually, she was a nobody to him -- until she turned his ass in.

Granted, it took her several years to do it. Moping aside, it took a while before she could work her way back into the system after seeing the proceeds of her brother’s worth. He wasn’t just pawning people, he was pawning parties; and the stakes were kind of high.

No one had to thank Eimi for her work, though. Getting a hold of her brother, and hearing him beg and plead for his life like a fucking baby before she proceeded to trade him in for a her goodies was decent enough, materially, anyways. She was still Eimi, Jun’s dumb broad of a sister, and Wes was always going to stay dead. Her coming of age had literally been some brainwashed black market con-job. She could go home and look her parents in the eyes and tell them about the time she killed a few guys with the press of several buttons and a click from behind the sanctity of her computer screen or how she almost killed Jun instead of turning his body in for a bounty.

She was a criminal, a murderer. There really was no going back.

She wasn’t a prodigal daughter; there was no fatted calf; and everything her family had worked so hard for: God, she was a dumb broad (not that she was about to admit it out loud).

At least, she's got music to drown her out… and now, The Absolute Magnitude.

Strengths

Sly She only started pick-pocketing at a decent enough age to know a thing or two about quick, sticky fingers. She’s a real space pirate, just look at her swanky clothing. No, but really, she’s not just a key puncher that gets in-and-out as quickly as possible, she’s careful about it, too. In fact, if she wasn’t so goddamn blunt and honest, her slyness might be somewhat threatening. Just look what her brother did with his cunning nature.

Technology Specialist She's got decent problem solving skills, so tinkering and fiddling with gadgets are all fair play. Plus, her father was a Licensed Tech Dealer. What could she not know? (A bit, but hey -- no one's perfect, and that's not saying she ain't a specialist.) In regards to things like hacking -- this is generally when Eimi turns up her music. There’s nothing like racing through the back door and robbing the system blind. Sometimes, she’ll even have an after-hack smoke.

Curious Her curiosity could either be a pro or a con, but she prefers to think of it as a positive characteristic (given her sly nature). It seems like a decent trait to have when socializing, escaping from a tight situation, or treasure hunting. It kind of adds a similar seasoning like bravery or courage to her apathetically held face. As well, if she wasn’t curious, how would she ever get out of all those sticky situations she keeps hacking into?

Honest Even though Eimi comes off as hasty or snarky, she is a bit of a blunt truth seeker. To say she’ll never tell a lie would be a lie in itself. She’s a flawed creature just like the rest of ‘em. With that said, she thinks playing with sugar-coated bullshit seems like an inefficient waste of time, anyways. If you want her thoughts or reasoning, Eimi will beat the bush as many times as she deems necessary as opposed to skirting the issue or missing the mark. So yes, Eimi will tell it how it is (from her standpoint, ‘cause that’s probably the best she can do). However, if she truthfully needs to withhold information in exchange for something she can’t get any other way, she might just do so.

Weaknesses

Nosy She’s not just curious, but she is also nosy and has the tendency to ask inappropriate questions in a careless pursuit to know more about a person. She’s also fair game for pretending to listen to her headphones but actually be eavesdropping on a conversation. If they didn’t wanna be heard, why would they make it so easy for her to hear them? She wouldn’t go so far as to snoop through someone’s room, but that’s not to say she wouldn’t tinker given the golden opportunity.

Impatient Maybe if Eimi had more patience she would have actually mastered some program or wouldn’t ruddy poke at people’s personal information or something, but such is not the case. So, here she is on The Absolute Magnitude, attempting to piece together everyone’s stories like she’ll never understand her own without knowing everything about everyone else, first. Likewise, Eimi can be rash or careless, and her curiosity does not always help to edge some of those dark or angsty impulses. So far, her recklessness hasn’t gotten herself killed, yet, but that’s not to say her backstory proves it to be useful.

Selfish Sure, Eimi is honest and wants to get to know everyone, and yes, she is even out there bounty hunting, capturing criminals for the good of society. Hell, she even holds a bitter grudge against her selfish brother (Who woulda thought?). However, at the end of the day, she’s really just doing it for herself, and if she ends up helping people along the way — hey, more power to her. Unfortunately, she’ll save herself before putting her neck on the line. She’s not actually trying to get herself killed; it’s the other guy she’s trying to kill. So, if she does put her neck on the line, she probably has a really good reason.

Offensive Operating consoles isn't necessarily the job for a defensive person. It could be, but all defense and no offense is definitely bad strategy. However, in all seriousness, Eimo aims to kill not wound, and this little knack comes at a price along side of how honesty isn't always nice. So, Eimo’s strong point really isn't particularly in polite manners or thinking. That's not how you get the job done, especially as moody teenager. With that said, losing a wits battle has always been a peeve, so a gruff attitude can easily be unveiled to shield the intellectual blows (she’s not a dumb broad, right?). Unfortunately, her temperament or annoyed, careless attitude is definitely a present fixture on her face, which is not the most pleasant thing to have in close quarters. That's not to say she's always getting into fights -- just look at her general complacency, and besides, music is medicine for the soul. Why else would she be so addicted to her headphones? Oh yeah, because she hates herself.

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[Remake] Terra Rel0aded [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

Bastian Bostel
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DST-21-EAST: Vitrum Apartment Complex #341

Bare human arms flexed and bent, next to propped knees, spread and drawn with a body balancing on his toes as opposed to the flats of his feet. The subtext of the mechanical exercise quivered a blue dim light exuding from his goggles, strapped ominously around his head. The lenses flickered and disfigured with screens rearranging themselves for precision and accuracy as codes trickled information together. Analyzations and quickly stored researches scanned and re-routed program fixes for the limp creation in front of the male and his work.

Slinking in the air with a constant pace above them, the beaten and outdated ceiling fan spun its blades carelessly in a jagged circle, causing a repetitive crook to pulse the silence of tinkering thoughts and petty calculation in his living area. The scraping blades casted repetitive, moving shadows in the dull, morning view as invisible specks of dust, caught like small gnats, stirred in the motion and floated weightlessly under the shabby, hesitantly vibrating light, cascading over Bass and his work. They had nested themselves in the middle of his one-roomed apartment, pushing aside his nubbed mattress, now pressed against the paint peeling walls of the apartment. Dirty laundry had been shoved into the dented and cobbed corners of the place. The upkept mess was completed with a rusted sink and its occasional, abnormal drip.

It had been almost two weeks since she moved into the apartment with him, now, and he had yet to make the transition of trash to treasure with this newest member. She was a decent scrap that was found in the city’s large dump and currently attempting to become Bass’ personal favorite, aside from his babies, his fabulous goggles. He could never cheat on them, replace them. They had a very special spot and place in his mind, and she’d be a stupid cunt to think otherwise. She did have a running chance against his web crawling, Konchu, though. As much as he adored his suicidal Konchu, she appeared to have a completely different take on, ‘Till death do us part.’ She was also only capable of doing so much. With this new girl, on the other hand, he was starting to put a lot more effort into her than he originally had planned, and his efforts were already beginning to pay...

Electronic muscles on the gray radio began fidgeting and murmuring. Any second, now. A quick needle threaded a thin, faint line of white noise through the small, humid apartment, momentarily diffusing the weight of the atmosphere and causing Bass’ long, toying fingers that were tracing the outline of robotic flesh, to pause in their arthropodic rhythm and to web as his palms smoothingly over the machinery when he shifted his attention to the charismatic snark of The Locker’s personality who was parroting the news of EuroCorp’s shitfest. Right on time. It was the usual anti-propaganda squabble, but generally pleasant to hear, especially, this time around the clocks.

To help you relax, here's a new tune from Palmer's Medic to mellow out to.

Static simmered through the shoddy radio when The Locker shifted its entertainment method. Electronic music waves washed discreet tranquilization through the apartment, masking the broken sound of the ceiling fan’s motor fighting for significance.

“Tsss,” the tip of Bass’ tongue pressed mockingly against the back of his teeth, feeling the uneven nature, before his lips slowly parted and widened themselves into a peculiarly indulgent grin, “Who needs motives?” A scoff jovially squeezed in his chest. He was frustrated, but it was rude to show such negative emotions when introducing himself to new gadgets. It was just not polite by any means. And, of course, the newest addition to his family, although, not quite his taste and having already been with him for several weeks, was a dainty thing. Her outward appearance was easily tarnished. It was obvious by the look of her, and she did owe him, now. If she had been left in the dump any longer, she might as well have been left unrepairable, which, of course, would have been such a damn shame; her inner workings were so new and intricate. It was as if they had never been touched.

But, upon further investigation, the reason they had never been fucking touched was because they were so goddamn complicated. He was making progress, though, especially with the recent acquisitions of learning tools. She appeared to be some mid-range priced cyborg who failed to gain any popularity on the market due to needless wiring and costly upkeep. She wasn't even close to being a good investment. It should have been obvious to the manufacturer. Bass was tossing around the idea that she was a failure for a reason. EuroCorp's stealth was notoriously clumsy when trying to bury their skeletons where nobody could find them. The Locker was proof.

“Maybe, you, hmm?” His smile shrank into something more pleasant at the prospect of his question. He nudged her leg, thrusting and observing it sideways. She could blink smoothly, now. Her chest could even press inaudible flushes of breath like humans but only when in resting position. Her mouth was still cranky, but the material used for her lips made a nice accent on her features. She should have been made as a low-range cyborg. She had a decent outward design, but it wasn’t exactly high-end or ultra-chic. The inner-workings didn't connect well, either, and it was the internal engineering parts that evidently pushed up her price.

His fingers, balancing thin silver tools, crawled into her thigh. Her mobility was a bit of a nuisance. Her previous owner had managed to destroy her lower half, which was a shame because Bass really hauled her for mobility’s sake. He really couldn’t be mad at her nor her owner, though. Her moderate appearance seemed more timeserving; she wasn’t unappealing if her wear said anything; and her wiring, if properly altered, would make her quite the commodity. She was already paying her debt and managing to give Bass a good mental workout despite any of her annoying tendencies. She was actually pretty close to being a cheap hack’s dream girl. Golly-fucking-willikers, whomst've'd guessed he would be the lucky one to pick her up?

The silver pick in his hand suddenly dropped, and his shoulders slouched. The glare on his goggles beamed a low vermilion. Right on time, again. A low grumbled sigh drifted from his falling smile. His goggles flashed back to a turquoise color. “Unfortunately,” he paused his vain announcement, bringing his hand towards his face to remove his goggles. The gadgets rattled with cords as they scraped over his blond hair, dark and damp in cold sweat, “I…” His bare eyes studied the pale, waxen doll in front of him. The dark bionic lines outlining and fitting her joints and muscle pieces together weren’t as easy on the eyes as Konchu’s spider design, but he wasn’t about to tell her that, “... have to go to work.” Pushing his attention towards his goggles, he fiddled with several of the switches and drives, and the illumination from them faded into a dormant fixture when he helped the plugged wires release themselves, “I’ll tell you what, though,” his body stretched backwards, reaching and twisting his wiry, half-naked frame towards the radio, “I heard there’s a nice Lacey’s Lingerie store in the 7th, which is--,” his finger pressed the off-switch, and the music died, “exactly where your new owner is headed.” She deserved something for her patience. At least, she was allowed to think she was deserving. Her bare necessities would be needed in her future, after all. It was a win-win scenario.

She made no response even though her owner patiently awaited one as they both laid separately, in opposing directions on the unswept flooring. The ceiling fan’s groan was made noticeable, again, and the sink dripped, but the metal marionette offered only silence in return. Bass closed the window of opportunity for conversation after only several seconds. He tightened his body and contorted it upwards, “You’re much more open when I’m inside of you,” his indulgent smile slithered back on his lips, and he rose from his position. He had some packing to do before he left, and was feeling irritably impatient with her, now.

But first, his dark eyes, lethargic from lack of rest and over-stimulation skimmed the grimy hole: Where, oh where, are my shoes?

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

ᴇɪᴋᴏ ɴɪᴇʙᴏ

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"Music makes me forget myself, my real position; it transports me to some other position not my own. Under the influence of music it seems to me that I feel what I do not really feel, that I understand what I do not understand, that I can do what I cannot do. I explain it by the fact that music acts like yawning, like laughter: I am not sleepy, but I yawn when I see someone yawning; there is nothing for me to laugh at, but I laugh when I hear people laughing.

Music carries me immediately and directly into the mental condition in which the man was who composed it. My soul merges with his and together with him I pass from one condition into another, but why this happens I don't know."

Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

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Name

Eiko Niebo

Age

27

Appearance

Eiko is a lean, olive-skinned girl with a tempting and suggestive sway guarded by an almost all-too-cliché sarcastically stoic demeanor, which just so happens to wear on her attitude of involuntary conformism towards such stereotypes which only adds to her own self-annoyance. So, she could change her outfit and look a bit less lusty, but hey now, if she’s going drift around pointlessly in this painful existence, why not offer some entertainment with a skimpish black one-piece? And sure, her breasts are a bit small and yawning, but if perky and youthful isn’t in the least bit interesting, at least her bare, toned thighs have some sort of substance, especially when she’s walking. And, those dark red lines outlining her piece don’t hurt when accentuating her feminine physique. She thinks she looks pretty fucking sexy, anyways, and if no one else does — whatever — their loss.

Although, Eiko is above average height, a little more height for intimidation added by her black boots, matching in gesture and design with her short one-piece, wouldn’t hurt with anything, right? Yeah, Eiko thought the same, as well. The soles even have some phenomenal gripping and weigh nearly nothing, which upgraded her kicking game post the addition of these accessories.

Her pale, white hair is kept short and choppy, cut with bangs and decorated with her trusty black and gray goggles that occasionally cover her arrogantly worn yellow eyes. An unlit cigarette butt usually sticks out of her thin lips. Sometimes, she’ll even light and smoke it. However, the rolled tobacco and paper pressed simply in-between her lips is enough to keep her round, austere face from looking too vulnerable. She wouldn’t want to catch too many people off guard with her pinch-able cheeks and button nose. It gets a bit lagging after a while, anyways.

Oh, and the ‘earmuffs’ are obviously good for more than muffling out loud crossfire sounds. They are also headphones that can play music and help her communicate with the rest of the crew along with other various nearby channels.

Traits

As an outwardly-looking perfunctory type of character, Eiko has no problem going-with-the-flow, even if she’ll openly grumble against it from time-to-time. It’s not that she doesn’t have a backbone, but her collectivist style of living sometimes gets the best of her. Don’t get her wrong, though, she has passions — like the thrill of hearing a gun cock click right before all hell breaks loose, spending precious time gently lubricating her plasma rifle, and slirping down cheap, steaming noodles with poor, overly salty seasoning, and, as always, getting to know her co-workers.

One of her pastimes is simply listening to music. Unlike her cliché appearance, though, Eiko has no real set genre of music to which she listens and thoroughly enjoys space travel for the experience of listening to the various and different music-types around the Solar System. It also saddens her a bit whenever a song gets stuck in her head, and she has no real means of listening to it after Absolute Magnitude gets directed to the next mission. So, hearing Eiko make a half-assed hum when not wearing her headphones isn’t too uncommon.

Eiko also spends time practicing the art of Silat. Her own personal Pencak is often times silently demonstrated to whatever music is playing in her headgear. She’s also usually up for a good sparring and taunting foreplay beforehand, and if you want to see her smile, poke in her ego a bit. She’s a good sport — for the most part.

History

Don’t be fooled by Eiko’s Japanese first name, she’s not from Mars. Although, she does hold quite a bit of Martian blood in her. Someone down the line pulled himself up by his bootstraps and made a voyage from Mars to lead a better life, away from all the convolution and crime of the shadow planet. It must not have been too far down the line because Eiko’s first bounty was hunting down her older brother, Jun, a Gold fugitive, initiated with the men of the yakuza.

Okay, so, she didn’t really, really hunt him down. She had that sisterly insight on things, which was, of course, Jun’s mistake. Eiko needed the money, and well, the rest is history.

Her father, Ken Niebo, also worked as a Licensed Weapons Dealer. This worked in favor of Eiko’s knowledge of munition, but it also helped introduce her brother to the darker side of some innocent seemingly customers. Without either, though, Eiko knows she wouldn’t be where she is today, and she’s still deciding if that’s good or bad or just some absurd fate she’ll never truly understand that might as well be drowned out by the sound of music.

Hidden History

Ken Niebo was no Captain of Industry, having been born and raised on one of the ultra-wealthy moons of Jupiter, but he knew guns — just like his father, his grandfather, and presumably his great-grandfather. So, yeah, it could pretty much be hypothesized that The Niebo Family were some sort of weapon dealers back on Mars. However, Ken’s grandfather liked to look at things a bit differently, and by differently, he just never spoke of how or why the Niebos were into the gun slinging and selling. It just was.

Of course, It just was wasn’t good enough for Jun, and therefore, it wasn’t good enough for Eiko, either. It probably would have been okay for Eiko because she wasn’t always the deepest thinker as a child, but she looked up to her Goddamn brother. He was her hero. Everything she could do, he could do better, and everything he could do, she wanted to be able to do. Like, when he started smoking cigarettes, Eiko was right behind him. In fact, speaking of cigarettes, it was this little dirty habit that lead Eiko into pirating. Not only were cigarettes just kind of an expensive habit for an underaged girl like herself, but hey, it also gave her some cool points with the older guy.

Anyways, Jun wasn’t really a hero or a good guy, but Eiko just was really not the deepest thinker like that. Her brother was a knight to her, not that she’d ever use that kind of terminology in a serious manner, but pedantics-shemantics. However you wanna word it, Jun was pretty aware of his little sister’s eager feelings towards him, and he was ready and willing to use her eagerness. There was even this unspoken rule Jun’s ‘buddies’ immediately picked up on: sure, his dumb broad of a sister was no angel, but she was better off not knowing the truth about Jun.

Jun had charisma like that. He pulled people with his charm. So, it wasn't really a big surprise that when he went looking for trouble, trying to figure out the secret history of his surname, he found the trouble he was looking for, and the assumption was spot on: Weapon Dealers. Dirty, filthy, rich weapon dealers -- the complete opposite of the modest family business working humble hours to make ends meet. That's all they’d ever be on Jupiter, poor, grimy weapon dealers.

Not on Mars.

So what if he had to wash his hands of someone else’s blood every now and again? The amount of power he could accumulate in a small amount of time -- milking his last name’s legacy. Niebo was a blast from the past, some niche legend that the older generation occasionally recalled from some memorable story. This was his calling: bringing life back to his family’s name, and he wasn't going to leave Eiko behind… yet.

Eiko never saw her family as poor. They lived on Jupiter for all such sake, but her brother knew how to work her. She was, after all, a naive, physically underdeveloped fifteen year old girl at the time. She didn't have Jun’s exact charisma, but she could smile cute and fake a pretty twinkle in an unsuspecting manner. She also knew how to whip a gun like she’d been doing it her whole life (because she had). He started her out with small jobs, kind of like the stealing of cigarettes and pocket change but a bit bigger and with more responsibility and backlash if failed. It didn't take long for Eiko to start junking on the adrenaline and thrill of the rewards, and in return, Jun let her know what was up.

He never gave her the full story, though. Hell, he didn't even give his best friend the full story. He was so hush-hush it made some people wonder how he got so much business and trust. Eiko knew it was his silence that gave him the authority, and she respected him for it. So did his best friend, Wesley Jderoiu. Others might have respected him for being tall, angry, murderous -- but not Eiko, nor Wes. They both respected and loved Jun; and maybe it was Eiko and Wes’ understanding of Jun that made their relationship; or maybe it was something else. Either way, the big guy never fully approved.

There could have been a conglomerate of reasons as to why Jun despised their interests in each other: age, business, drugs, insight; the list could go on. However, Eiko has the hardest time understanding why Jun threw Wes to the wolves. It was not as if he just discarded Wes for any good reason. Anyone could have taken Wes’ place. It was a fucking suicide mission, and Wes had no bloody clue. Jun played him like a pawn. And, Eiko? Well, Eiko couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to figure out what her brother was doing.

Power. Greed. Hunger.

Slowly, Eiko let herself drift out of Jun’s group. It was as if, after Wes’ death, Jun was different. He wasn’t remorseful or even the least bit empathetic (nor sympathetic) towards Eiko. If anything, he gave her the cold shoulder. It was as if he was trying to teach her a lesson for something she didn’t know she had done wrong, and eventually, she was a nobody to him -- until she turned his ass in.

Granted, it took her several years to do it. Moping aside, it took a while before she could work her way back into the system after seeing the proceeds of her brother’s worth. He wasn’t just pawning people, he was pawning parties; and the stakes were kind of high.

No one had to thank Eiko for her work, though. Getting a hold of her brother, and hearing the sound of his jovial voice, excited to see her ‘back from being a crybaby over her Wes’ much needed and selfless sacrifice’ before seeing the shock on his face as his kid sister nearly killed him and then proceeded to trade him in for a really nice reward was good enough, materially, anyways. She was still Eiko, Jun’s dumb broad of a sister, and Wes was dead. The last decade of her life was some brainwashed black market con-job. She could go home and look her parents in the eyes and tell them about the time she killed a guy while strip teasing for him, or how she almost killed Jun instead of turning his body in for a bounty.

She was a criminal. There was really no going back.

She was no prodigal daughter; and everything her family had worked so hard for: God, she was a dumb broad (not that she was about to admit it out loud).

At least, she's got music to drown her out... and now, The Magnitude.

Strengths

Savvy She's not exactly a ‘Jill-of-all-Trades (and Master of None),’ but she is a quick learner with agile reflexes and fine motor control skills. Give her a few tools, and she can fix a lot of problems. Well, the non-existential-crisis problems, usually. But, don’t worry; she can fix the existential-crisis ones, too, even if the methods are generally fatal as her good hand-eye-coordination makes quite a useful combination when using rifle, her preferred weapon of choice. She has a metal tiger claw on hand for out-of-ammo emergencies and close-encounters, though.

Weapons Specialist She's got good hand-eye-coordination, so detonating and deactivating are all fair play. Plus, her father was a Licensed Weapon Dealer. What could she not know? (A bit, but hey -- no one's perfect, and that's not saying she ain't a specialist.) In regards to things like gun fire control -- this is generally when Eiko slides her goggles over her eyes. She's never sure when she's going to be blasting heavy artillery at attacking ships or have an electro-mechanical analog ballistic computer screen blaring at her light eyes. Those radar screens can also give quite the headache in heated moments... But, whatever, she's got her lucky goggles. Eiko is also more than capable of operating large fire munitions that aren't so technical. Just don't ask her to properly aim one of those 19th century canons, 'cause that's above her pay-grade.

Athletic Eiko is probably more athletic than she is intelligent, but that doesn’t mean she’s a dumb broad. She’s a quick learner, remember? And, although, her mood seems rather impatient and satirical, Eiko is (almost) a Master in Silat, and is quite adaptable and all for playing a good game of charades when it comes down to a quick pro tempore acting gig to get a buck for a bounty. She is usually a good sport, after all.

Curious Her curiosity could either be a pro or a con, but she prefers to think of it as a positive characteristic. It seems like a decent trait to have when socializing, escaping from a tight situation, or treasure hunting. It kind of adds a similar seasoning like bravery or courage to her charm. As well, if she wasn’t curious, she’d have blown her brains out by now due to not particularly giving a damn about what was going to happen next — actually, that’s one of her over-used, running-inside jokes she keeps to herself, so don’t question her insanity too much.

Honest Even though Eiko comes off as hasty or superficial, she is a bit of a blunt truth seeker. To say she’ll never tell a lie would be a lie in itself. She’s a flawed creature just like the rest of ‘em. With that said, she thinks playing with sugar-coated bullshit seems like an inefficient waste of time, anyways. If you want her thoughts or reasoning, Eiko will beat the bush as many times as she deems necessary as opposed to skirting the issue or missing the mark. So yes, Eiko will tell it how it is (from her standpoint, ‘cause that’s probably the best she can do). However, if she truthfully needs to withhold information in exchange for something she can’t get any other way, she might just do so.

Weaknesses

Nosy She’s not just curious, but she is also nosy and has the tendency to ask inappropriate questions in a careless pursuit to know more about a person. She’s also fair game for pretending to listen to her headphones but actually be eavesdropping on a conversation. If they didn’t wanna be heard, why would they make it so easy for her to hear them? She wouldn’t go so far as to snoop through someone’s room, but that’s not to say she wouldn’t tinker given the golden opportunity.

Impatient Maybe if Eiko had more patience she would have actually mastered Silat or wouldn’t constantly try to pry personal information out of people, or something, but such is not the case. So, here she is on Absolute Magnitude, attempting to piece together everyone’s stories like she’ll never understand her own without knowing everything about everyone else, first. Likewise, Eiko can be rash or careless, and her curiosity does not always help to edge some of those brazen or cheeky impulses. So far, her recklessness hasn’t gotten herself killed, yet, but that fact alone isn’t saying much about any comrades.


Selfish Sure, Eiko is honest and wants to get to know everyone, and yes, she is even out there bounty hunting, capturing criminals for the good of society. However, at the end of the day, she’s really just doing it for herself, and if she ends up helping people along the way — hey, more power to her. Unfortunately, she’ll save herself before putting her neck on the line. She’s not actually trying to get herself killed; it’s the Adrenalin rush. So, if she does put her neck on the line, it was probably more for the Adrenalin of a calculated risk and low-key status report than the actual selfless, heroic act.

Offensive Operating munitions isn't necessarily the job for a defensive person. Although, deactivating could be defensive. However, in all seriousness, Eiko aims to kill not wound, and this little knack comes at a price along side of how honesty isn't always nice. So, Eiko's strong point really isn't particularly in polite manners or thinking. That's not how you get the job done. With that said, losing a wits battle has always been a peeve, so a gruff attitude can easily be unveiled to shield the intellectual blows. Oh yeah, the good sport thing -- it was for the most part. Unfortunately, her temperament or annoyed, careless attitude is definitely a present fixture on her face, which is not the most pleasant thing to have in close quarters. That's not to say she's always getting into fights -- just look at her general complacency, and besides, music is medicine for the soul. Why else would she be so addicted to her headphones? Plus, fighting with coworkers isn't really efficient, but sometimes, it's hard to bottle excess emotions. So, maybe a good sparring match to tame the flames?

@DeadbeatWalking, I added a Hidden History Hider inside the History Hider.